A Florida Vacation
By John Grey Posted in Poetry on March 24, 2017 0 Comments 1 min read
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Waves awaken me
to the sight of pink, gray and white shells
that line the mantle,
their jaws agape
in yawns to match my own.

A window-slapping
palm tree frond,
the sun in bright dress
and yellow slippers,
coax me out of the sheets.

First cup of coffee
can barely contain itself
as, below me,
a crushed coral trail
leads through sea-grass
to spotless white sand
and foaming blue waves.

My nose is seduced
by a fragrance
of jacaranda and salt.
My skin wants in
on the warmth.

Seldom has indoors
seemed so perfunctory.
Outside is where the world is.
I throw on t-shirt, shorts,
clamber down stairs
like a man rushing into
the arms of his lover.

Is she a shoreline?
Is she an ocean?
Is she a sky?
Come on conventional divisions,
surprise me.


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